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slashthedrabble2005-03-25 10:41 pm
allegraconbrio.livejournal.com) wrote in slashthedrabble2005-03-25 10:41 pm
Entry tags:
The Moment... Lust
Pairing - Spike/Angel
Setting - Mid Not Fade Away (Au, Spoilerish)
Word count - 500
Cut for length - rating PG-13ish
It was different now. Not like it used to be way back when. It really wasn’t even worth thinking about those times, they’d faded away like the daguerreotypes that had seemed so revolutionary to him at the time. He couldn’t have even imagined this world he was walking around in now. But he did remember every now and then, and remember fondly too. The fucking? It was spectacular, no doubt about that. The other? The jealousy when he took him at his word, when he went back to Dru and the sweet, crazy, cruel and completely mind-numbingly, topsy-turvy ride that was all Dru, that was something he could do without. Angelus didn’t see the hypocrisy in that, didn’t see how it dashed him when he would see him and Darla doing the snuggly bit – but that was Angelus for you. Or rather Angel, now. However, the soul didn’t seem to make a bit of difference when it came to his stupidity about interpersonal dynamics. Clueless git, as always. No growth there, that was for certain.
Angel had rolled off of him like he hadn’t a care in the world, not a thought about the future, secure in the moment. Not an inkling of anxiety or even anticipation was visible on his face. It was rather fascinating to watch, Spike had tried his damndest to roll with it, be in the moment, ride the wave, where’d all of that surfer shit come from? He’d definitely been living in Southern CA for too long. This was so not his environment, forget about the UV ray factor, he just didn’t fit into the slang of this place. But still, the thoughts were there. Was he ready for this? Nothing really to lose, the stand may be only symbolic. But he felt it, and so here he was… and all because of Angel. Hours away from the Apocalypse… again. And all he cared about was that he was here, now.
Angel walked away from him with an insouciant swagger, stepped through the door of the bathroom and moments later Spike heard the water start to flow. He stretched across the bed languorously, craning his neck to get a better view of the figure silhouetted by the frosted glass. A tall, solid figure, his muscular shoulders twisting under the fall of the water, Angel leaned into the water, pausing as the water sluiced over his body.
Spike swallowed, struggling to clear the lump in his throat, as his cock rose once more. Was it all as simple as this? For him, perhaps it was. Lust and the peace of satiation. So many years, living for the moment. A soul’s rush of regrets, and now back to the basics before striding back into the battle once more, he had come full circle. Maybe it was all about the rush, and finding it where ever and whenever it was to be found. No matter. He pushed the thoughts from his mind. Right now, he needed a shower.
Setting - Mid Not Fade Away (Au, Spoilerish)
Word count - 500
Cut for length - rating PG-13ish
It was different now. Not like it used to be way back when. It really wasn’t even worth thinking about those times, they’d faded away like the daguerreotypes that had seemed so revolutionary to him at the time. He couldn’t have even imagined this world he was walking around in now. But he did remember every now and then, and remember fondly too. The fucking? It was spectacular, no doubt about that. The other? The jealousy when he took him at his word, when he went back to Dru and the sweet, crazy, cruel and completely mind-numbingly, topsy-turvy ride that was all Dru, that was something he could do without. Angelus didn’t see the hypocrisy in that, didn’t see how it dashed him when he would see him and Darla doing the snuggly bit – but that was Angelus for you. Or rather Angel, now. However, the soul didn’t seem to make a bit of difference when it came to his stupidity about interpersonal dynamics. Clueless git, as always. No growth there, that was for certain.
Angel had rolled off of him like he hadn’t a care in the world, not a thought about the future, secure in the moment. Not an inkling of anxiety or even anticipation was visible on his face. It was rather fascinating to watch, Spike had tried his damndest to roll with it, be in the moment, ride the wave, where’d all of that surfer shit come from? He’d definitely been living in Southern CA for too long. This was so not his environment, forget about the UV ray factor, he just didn’t fit into the slang of this place. But still, the thoughts were there. Was he ready for this? Nothing really to lose, the stand may be only symbolic. But he felt it, and so here he was… and all because of Angel. Hours away from the Apocalypse… again. And all he cared about was that he was here, now.
Angel walked away from him with an insouciant swagger, stepped through the door of the bathroom and moments later Spike heard the water start to flow. He stretched across the bed languorously, craning his neck to get a better view of the figure silhouetted by the frosted glass. A tall, solid figure, his muscular shoulders twisting under the fall of the water, Angel leaned into the water, pausing as the water sluiced over his body.
Spike swallowed, struggling to clear the lump in his throat, as his cock rose once more. Was it all as simple as this? For him, perhaps it was. Lust and the peace of satiation. So many years, living for the moment. A soul’s rush of regrets, and now back to the basics before striding back into the battle once more, he had come full circle. Maybe it was all about the rush, and finding it where ever and whenever it was to be found. No matter. He pushed the thoughts from his mind. Right now, he needed a shower.
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*sniffle*
Thanks for sharing.
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